there’s a new person in town.
Showdown, Thursday, Thanksgiving.
T’s abt my mother Judith, also a Queen.
The “neighbors” (NOT the Biblical definition), who thought she needed to be put in her place, have brought on all this chaos. The AUDACITY of these people. A “house-flipper” got in across the lane into the house in which we used to dwell (my mother and father moved in here into a smaller dwelling to retire); he is married to Pat’s daughter. Pat always wanted this whole place and she is doing everything she can to get me and Dad out; in the wake of my mother’s posited but uncertain, as far as I consider, death.
Don’t forget that HELEN, my middle name, stands for HELEN of Troy, the trigger of a war in ancient Greece. And that a chief factor in this was the Trojan Horse: the gift of a wooden Horse that contained soldiers stowed away inside.
I will be considering this as everybody descends upon the house across the way and I have no intention to go over there. Ian will come over of course. Otherwise I have no idea or plan for the day.
Un.Bon.Mot 